Ian McMillan: A Winter World Cup poem
No barbecues, no great big screens No fan-fests held on village greens No arguments along the beach About 3-1, 2-nil, one goal each. No world cup November
No wearing shorts as you watch the game This Autumn World Cup's not the same No trophy lit by summer sun This dark World Cup is not much fun! No World Cup November
No bonfire night just 4-4-2 No fireworks, just sing Vindaloo No home game on Boxing Day Match of the Day not The Great Escape No World Cup November
No way the calendar can take The pressure: the whole thing will break, No sports fan will know where they are: Football sneezes, we all catch Qatar!